hawthorn

a walk

a piece of her came today,
swanning across the heather.
a little of her windows
sweeping this far...

today, like any other,
she roots in and holds
a lattice of back bone bare.
bracing the gale.

this theatre of sky and sea,
and cliff-edge colliding -
composed, in arabesque
and gentler windows northward.

i regale her in my heart
with thunderous applause:
her expression and her excellence
as principle dancer above all.

like odette from the stage,
she has flung me a rose,
drenched green like an emerald,
and cut just as sharp.

today, like any other, i marvel
and wish to bring it home.
"why?" i hear the disbelief
"it's a leaf...like any other."

but this came from the northside:
poised against the brutal winds
and holding for the light.
i only see a swan.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, the site is glitching terribly.

I agree with Fabian...I just got lost inside this poem, wonderfully lost and did not want to find my way out.
Beautiful piece...soothing. I want to see just the swan.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Quite wonderful in description and reference; I enjoyed reading this.

[Lara]

(this site is glitching like never before... but) thank you, fabian. 🙏